Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

I wasn’t going to get up any earlier than five-thirty this morning to fix coffee for My Darling B, but the cats had an agenda and the first item on it was scheduled at five.

Bonkers jumped into bed first. This is a new tactic. Before this, he would stand at the end of the bed and cry. Now he jumps on our heads and purrs. The crying was so annoying it made my head explode. It’s hard to get mad about the purring. It’s also hard to sleep through. He gets right in our faces and purrs loudly enough to rattle the windows.

Let me modify what I said about sleeping through it: I have a hard time sleeping through it. My Darling B can sleep through an artillery barrage.

And even though her alarm clock is set at quarter till six, she’s been known to hit the snooze button a few times and generally doesn’t roll out of bed until sometime between six and six-fifteen. Hence my desire to wake up no earlier than five-thirty, which would have given me plenty of time to have a steaming pot of coffee waiting on the kitchen counter for her.

That was the plan. Oh well.

the plan | 2:36 pm CDT
Category: Bonkers, My Darling B, O'Folks, sleeplessness
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